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Topic: TEARS - (as in crying) (10/04/04)

TITLE: Dancing With The Devil
By Lucian Thompson
10/05/04

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The flames were leaping out the windows as I jumped onto the drive shaft of the car. It was lying on its side in the middle of the road. Gray smoke choked me and heat from the flames burned my nostrils and my eyes filled with tears. I felt faint and nauseated as I emptied the fire extinguisher into the passenger window.

The co2 did little to knock back the orange-blue flames that shot out the window singeing the hair on my face and hands. The intense heat caused me to fall backwards onto the oil-slicked road, busting my right elbow and cutting my knees.

I got up and hobbled around the front of the car to see two figures completely engulfed in flames. My heart almost failed me at the grotesque sight. I almost panicked! I wanted to run from the sight, but I covered my eyes and reached through the broken out windshield and grabbed one of the figures. Pulling as hard as I could, I retracted my hand only to find it full of roasted flesh and bits of burned clothing.

I failed to rescue the victims! My mind went into shock and I set down on the ditch bank, covered my burning eyes with both hands, and cried the tears of failure, remorse, and compassion.

That happened thirty-nine years ago while I was serving as a Virginia Beach police officer, but I can still see those two burning human beings and still smell that sickening sweet aroma of burning flesh.

Later, I learned that the driver was an eighteen-year-old youth that I had arrested the previous Saturday night for being drunk in public. He was dancing around in the parking lot of a fast food restaurant, drunk as a skunk! When I took him into custody he kept saying he was dancing with the Devil. Little did he know, but that was exactly what he was doing.

I donít know what his spiritual condition was at the time he left this world, but I do know he didnít leave peacefully. He left behind a grieving family that was stunned by his violent death. The other man was a twenty-one year old husband and father to be. I had to tell his wife, who was eight and a half months pregnant, that her husband of one year was not going to see his child born or watch him grow up.

I have noticed that so many people, even those who call themselves Christians, are dancing with the Devil. They try to get as close to the world as they can, flirting with Satan and his false promises. Satan has a flaming wreck ahead for those who succumb to his seductions.

You know, sin can be grotesque and sickening to us when we try to minister in this world, but we canít sit on the side, with our hands over our crying eyes, and give up. Failure is not an option!

I have since learned that I canít rescue people by my own power. I still shed many tears for those who are being consumed by the fires of unrepentant sin, but not the tears of failure. I canít save a single soul from hellfire, but I can lead them to the One who died for them, that they might have everlasting life.

There are many tears shed for those who are dancing with the Devil. Donít let yourself be the object of those tears! Donít let the stench of your burning flesh go up as a memorial to you for eternity!

Rev 3:20 Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.


Member Comments
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Judith Gayle Smith10/11/04
Very, very moving...
darlene hight10/11/04
Lucian this is powerful stuff! Maybe powerful enough to compel someone into the arms of the Savior
Lynda Lee Schab 10/11/04
Lucian, I think this is one of the most powerful articles you've written yet! Keep pulling those stories out from your memory bank - they are awesome! And what a wonderful message too.
Great writing!
Love, Lynda
Joanne Malley10/11/04
Lucian,
Wonderful writing, very heartwrenching to read.
Jo
Kristin Slavik10/11/04
Lucian,
I really enjoyed this piece. The imagery is very good. Compelling.
Kristin
Jody Goode10/11/04
There is nothing but Truth to the words you write! With every new dawn on this side of Heaven a prayer is uttered that I will be able to praise and worship my God in spirit and in truth; listen for, hear and obey His Voice - for there is absolutely no Life apart from Him. Thanks for putting that sentiment into such relevant terms. Jody
Patricia Sheets10/11/04
Lucian, This is some of your best work. I was spellbound from beginning to end. Great work!
Mitzi Busby10/11/04
Very powerful! Very enjoyable to read.
Rose Gingerich10/12/04
Wow! What a powerful story and message. It makes me want to do all I can to rescue the perishing. Keep writing! This is great stuff!
Blessings, Rose
Corinne Smelker 10/12/04
OK Lucian - this is definitely one of the best yet - so powerful, perhaps all the more so because it is a true story.

Keep 'em coming - you've got an audience who loves to read and learn from you!
Teresa Lee Rainey10/12/04
Lucian, how powerful. I agree with all the comments above. This is one of your bests. What a powerful message.
Rita Garcia10/14/04
Lucian, as I am wiping my eyes, I realize it's the tough times in our lives that seem to give us the greatest weapons with which to fight satan. Your calling to ministry rings our loud in each of your articles. Blessings, Rita
L.M. Lee10/15/04
I know how hard it is to watch someone die...20 years ago we were rehearsing for our Christmas program when two cars hit head on in front of the church. We rushed out to help. WE got 1/2 of the people out...but a grandmother and her grandbaby died. It was so horrible.

...and yes dancing with satan is like dancing in a mindfield.
Glenda Lagerstedt10/16/04
There is a lot of substance in your words, words of wisdom and experience. Great job.
Blantina Jones10/17/04
A very moving and sobering message!
Beatrice Ang10/17/04
Lucian,

Blessed are you for the tears you are able to shed for others! That was a wonderful article with so much truth in it!
Kevin Kindrick10/18/04
Just one word...Wow.

Kevin
Jean Boulmay10/19/04
Lucian,
I don't know what to say...except, your story touched me! Thank you for writing and sharing.
Alan Vaca10/19/04
Good writing. Hits the core without wasting words. Well done, you deserve the ribbon.